Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.